No Days Off Lyrics - T.o.s.: Terminate On Sight - G-unit

[Chorus] 

I came to get somethin, I ain't worried 'bout nothin 

Child of the hood, I was put here for stuntin 

Strap like it's legal, ridin around bumpin 

If you can't beat 'em don't join 'em, jump 'em, fuck 'em 

(I never liked these niggaz anyway) 

(They could drop dead, fall off a buildin today) 

Hey.. (Nobody gon' miss you anyway) 

(No days off, keep the pistol e'ry day) 

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[50 Cent] 

I got the burner burner, I come to burn and burn ya 

Revolver turn ya, call it murder murder 

I ain't smilin I ain't smirkin, I ain't muh'fuckin jokin 

See if you think somethin sweet when your head open 

Cross me, force me, go 'head, line me up 

I found where you rest at, you grimy fuck 

I be out front your raggedy-ass crib on a stake-out 

With a pound, two clips, and Chinese take-out 

You make it rain, I make it lead shower 

You say your prayers, you in your last hour 

I have you pushin up daisies, the coke dump crazy 

You chumps amaze me, the wolves they raised me 

You don't like me then spray me 

[Chorus] [starts over last line] 

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[Tony Yayo] 

This is that face down on the floor, ski mask shit 

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If I fall off, I rebound quick 

Like Greg Odin, Tony Yay' I be holdin 

German mouths on my hip, cause my wrist be frozen 

How these rappers claim {?} and the books is closed? 

How these rappers claim cars and they gun don't smoke? 

I catch a nigga on his deathbed 

And rip the IV out his arm, then jump in Optimus Prime 

Dust the yellow Enzo with the Dalvins on 

In my bullet-proof Ac', who you stylin on 

When the sun is gone, and the wolves come out 

You coward-ass niggaz bring your jewelry out 

[Chorus] 

[Lloyd Banks] 

You may have to bring that, ain't nobody trippin 

Shit, niggaz is hungry, I ain't nobody chicken 

A nigga screw is missin, I'm pimpin, I'm livin 

Nice with the dice, deuce-deuce six'n 

Look how the game change, bad for the system 

Niggaz on game shows, two dudes kissin 

Listen, we're not the same, we're not for fame 

The industry's punked out, we're not to blame 

These niggaz been perpetratin so long 

If they can make it rain, I can make it storm 

He's makin a scene, but I can make him calm 

I just got a N.B., that'll break a arm 

[Chorus]